14th feb 2010—GATE 2010

Happy valentine’s day !

Today was the judgment day for most of the engineers who ever dreamed to go for masters. Its GATE 2010.
Mine centre of examination was Jawaharlal Nehru School, Habibganj; just 1.5 kms away from my room. I preferred to go walking. Last night I got indulged in game playing, as a result of which I got to bed 4 hours late; and derivative, I woke up at 8 in the morning. And the exam was to be started from 9:30, it may sound plenty of time at a flash, but I need to get bath, worship a bit, and at last go for a 30 mins walk.
So it started the same way, I got ready by 8:30 and went on walking towards my exam center. I reached there in time, and got myself in the class. It was Room no-10, in the ground floor of the school premises. It was a normal class room, the window was very unclear, and somehow, the sun raise entered the class room, the paint in the walls were trying to jump out of the wall. The wooden benches were not comfortable to sit. But in all those situation, the feeling of being in a school got evolved from my inside, which cleared all this allegations from my mind.
Elizabet Mam, (I know this name, because the peon once called her.) who was one of the invigilator, looked a very nice and gentle lady, she wore a kanjiwaram saari, with a dusty color sweeter, with a black shawl over it. She reminded me about most of the school day mams. That seriousness in voice and the control over the gesture is phenomenal and only evident in these teachers. She went through all the instructions one by one, from 1st line to the last. I noticed every move of her, the urge to get every thing done right, was very visible in her every act.
The participants- yes, I found most of the students that were in the exam hall were only to sit and waste the three hours of there life. The guy sitting in the next seat to me looked like a genuine idiot. There were three girls in total in my class, one in light green top, one in pink and one in dark magenta kurta. Rest of the class room remained numb for the next 3 hours. I counted on each minute in my clock (which got stopped in the second hour of exam).
In all this beautiful caricature of environment, I was giving my GATE attempt, which took just three hours, nearly 35 questions out of 65, 68 marks attempt out of 100. As soon as the clock strike 12:30, the ORS sheet was taken away and so was my courageous fight with the paper.

At the end I must say, I am very happy with the way, the exam shaped for me, no matter what result comes, I am very satisfied and trilled with my attempts.

And I cant enjoy the success, if I don’t taste the failure.

“I have to risk it…………..it get the biscuit”